Rachel Fogle

Rookie (July 26,1977 / Baltimore, MD)

Rachel Fogle Poems

1. When Love Is Done 11/16/2005
2. The Heart Never Forgets 11/16/2005
3. To Many Tears.... 11/16/2005
4. Even Now..... 11/16/2005
5. Anger, Hurt & Betrayl 11/16/2005
6. Heartache's Child 11/16/2005
7. Through The Eyes......You Reach Ones Soul 11/16/2005
8. I See What Happens..... 11/16/2004
9. Words 11/17/2004
10. The Contour Of My Heart 11/17/2004
11. Beauty....Forever Fair 11/16/2005
12. Sweet Sounds 11/16/2005
13. An Innocent Child 11/16/2004
14. The Heart Of A Lover 11/16/2005
15. Just Discovered Heart 11/16/2005
16. I Never Knew 11/16/2005
17. Loving Devotion 11/16/2005
18. Loves True Journey 11/16/2005
19. Childish Dreams 11/16/2005
20. Whisper Of My Soul 11/16/2005
21. Emptiness 11/16/2005
22. What Went Wrong 11/16/2005
23. Inside Out 11/16/2005
24. Missing Him 11/16/2005
25. One Night Stand 11/16/2005
26. Today, Tomorrow & Beyond 11/16/2005
27. Children In The Crossfire 11/16/2005
28. Dreams 11/16/2005
29. Gentle Kiss 11/16/2005
30. Loving You 11/16/2005
31. Now 11/16/2005
32. Lifes Reflections 11/16/2005
33. Will Of Myself 11/16/2005
34. Looking Glass 11/16/2005
35. Are You The One? ? ? 11/16/2005
36. The Smile Of Loving 11/16/2005
37. Complicated Love 11/16/2005
38. Something Special Lies Inside 11/16/2005
39. It Is All That There Is..... 11/16/2005
40. Our Love..... 11/16/2005
Best Poem of Rachel Fogle

A Life Without Love

A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.

All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.

A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again.
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is beautiful and feel all the glory inside. ...

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The Contour Of My Heart

Slowly beating, aching still.
It feels what it needs, and heals what it will.
Valleys that decend into thee abyss of no return,
The Contour of My Heart is alone & Still.

Weakly it lives and battles each day.
Not caring what it sees, or loving what's in vain.

It's as if there's no tomorrow,

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